This is the other main character from the untitled project, Jonathan Winthrop. After Winthrop’s invention shop, “The Suspension of Invention”, is burned to the ground by mysterious forces, Winthrop sets out to investigate those same unknown forces with one of his patrons, Cecily the Fairyskate. However, Winthrop doesn’t believe in the unknown forces.
The Suspension of Invention
It's called the suspension of invention because there is no such thing as the invented! Yes, I fear it is a comprehension of total misapprehension; a belief from an invisible incongruous dimension, because I ask, how can it be made, if it fails to exist? Inventions are the invented intentions of extremely demented head-ghouls who work by ghostly-dark. And head-ghouls are notoriously uncemented and mixed-up! No, no, no, trust me, they all are... That's why they hang in graveyards digging other people's thoughts. Yes, I know what I'm talking about! Flights of fancy simply can't exist, they never-ever will! That's ipso facto final! So what are we doing here you ask? Why we're inventing truth! You're not even listening... Now why on Earth did you just give me a kiss?
10 thoughts on “The Suspension of Invention”
i worry about the name of this guy…add a “taylor” in there, and you may get into trouble… the people from “home improvement” may get a bit cheesed.
Oooo… Okay. I didn’t even think of that. I’ll amend it.
Looks like me with an eye patch. 🙂
Dude. You know it. You know you can buy them in most grocery stores? I didn’t know this… right by the band-aids.
Sounds like an idea there, loki. Pirate treasure hunting time, maybe?
Not just any pirate treasure, the crab doubloons of the Chincoteague, guarded by a demonic pony.
I’ve temporarily fixed the name. It might change again, if and when I come up with something appropriate; but at least now the name won’t be conjuring unholy connections to Home Improvement, only Puritans.
I like the “Winthrop’s Shop” rhyme. It matches the poem’s very pleasing sound devices.
I lived in the town of Winthrop of a time. It was a sleepy little town (almost forgotten) wedged between the Logan Airport and the sea.
From what I understand it was named after the Massachusetts Bay Colony’s first governor, John Winthrop, apparently one of the biggest wigs (though not Whigs) in colonial New England at the time.
Yup – he’s the puritan I’m talking about.
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